Thursday, 7 January 2016

CUNT AFTER CUNT AFTER CUNT AFTER CUNT AFTER CUNT AFTER CUNT AFTER CUNT - A STATEMENT.

Look, I’m getting fed up of the sideline sneering at Corbyn. The bloke
was reluctant to stand in the first place but thanks to Blair’s scorched
earth policy which deliberately prohibited talent from all sides of the
supposed broad church of the Labour Party, he is the only option we’ve
got - the one candidate who was prepared to vote against the Welfare
Bill, something your Andy Burnhams, Dan Jarvises, Yvette Coopers, were
unwilling to do, out of some ingrained, spineless expediency which until
earlier this year passed for “grown up” policy in the Labour Party -
ie, it’s all right to believe in Labour ideas in principle, but reckless
and immature to actually propose putting them into practice.Even now, with the issues as urgent and stark as they are, there are
still people who wish to judge Corbyn in the X Factor, soap operatic,
Andrew Rawnsley/Neil terms of “performance” - like that matters one
fucking shit right now. It’s not the 1990s. We’re not in some snug,
well-to-do, wry, jogging along, chamber music-accompanied political
situation, despite the ambience the BBC insist on sticking by even now.
Things are polarised. Evil, privileged, cancerously aggressive cunts
like Osborne rule the roost. The days of smirking about the follies of
trying to apply socialism in the “real world” are over. The days of
imagining that there is a middle ground of convivial reasonableness we
can all meet on and smirk genially and grown-uply are over. We go with
Corbyn because he’s the only one right now and really, he is very decent
indeed but very soon we get past Corbyn and usher in the new, angry,
shit-your-pants talent that will explode our baby boomer consensus,
demand of us why the fuck we allowed the political goalposts to drift so
far towards the right, offer no resistance in the ideological tug o’
war process whereby that happened because we were too smirking and
grown-up to deign to do so. Anti-Corbynites: What do you
actually THINK about such issues as Trident? Renationalisation of the
railways? Selling arms to right wing regimes, including Saudi Arabia?
Trade Unions and their role in modern society? The welfare state? Are
you happy with things as they are? Because you NEVER EVER SAY. Be advised: Uncertain as the electorate are about Corbyn, they’re
actually a bit ahead of you in terms of accepting him, as Oldham showed.
Produce someone. Produce a candidate. Propose something. Do something
more than chortle at the follies of the “left”. Or actually put your
considerable talents and energies towards the cause that’s presently
being fought. Don’t regard it as beneath your dignity to show some
solidarity. Ahh, but Hamas. Friends, Hamas. Hamas, friends. Know what?
If Corbyn was fervently pro-Israel, I’d still vote for him. If Corbyn
said, “I am against the selling of arms to right wing regimes, except
Israel, of course, that’s an exception, because Islamofascism, etc”, I’d
STILL vote for him. I’d think it was a bit bloody weird but I’d vote
for him. Because domestic politics is all that counts. We haven’t the
faintest fucking hope of influencing events in The Middle East, frankly,
so so what? British people dwelling on foreign policy is a form of
deluded, neo-imperialist displacement, however well-meaning - there’s
shit closer to home we should be dealing with. Seriously. I
know, George Galloway, George Galloway, isn’t the left dreadful, George
Galloway, George Galloway, is that what you want, President for life
George Galloway? Look, here are the active, actually influential people
we’re ranged against. Cameron. Richard Branson. Kay Burley. Rupert
Murdoch. Katie Hopkins. Paul Dacre. Louise Mensch. Trump. Boris Johnson.
Richard Desmond. Nameless twats who remain all the more effective for
being nameless, quietly, behind the scenes. Cunt after cunt after cunt
after cunt after cunt after cunt after cunt after cunt. Seriously. Things promise to get very serious. Get on the right side of history.